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“Want to meet at the Ready Room later for some pool?”
“Maybe, I’ll see. Who knows if they’ll open.”
“Pam will open. She probably had Tony shoveling the sidewalk as soon as it stopped coming down.”
“Shit. If that’s the case, then I’ll probably be there. I’ll need to take Patience to work.”
“What? Why? And oh, I sense a story there.”
“Fuck off.”
Doc howled with laughter and Quinn had to pull the phone away from his ear. Fucker. “I guess I’ll see you later, bossman.”
CHAPTER 18
PATIENCE
Patience opened her eyes to bright sunshine streaming in through her open blinds. All that sun had to mean the snow had finally stopped. From her vantage point on the bed, she could see blue sky but couldn’t tell how much the blizzard had dumped by the time it ended. There had been at least a foot by the time Quinn had brought her home.
Dragging her tired body out of bed, she ambled over to the window and squished the blinds together to look down at the parking lot. “Holy crap, that’s a lot of snow.” If she judged by how far it went up the side of the cars parked below, it was at least two feet.
From the nightstand, her phone beeped with a message. Unplugging it from the charger, Patience saw she had four messages. As exhausted as she’d been, it’s no wonder she missed the notifications.
The first was from Livie letting her know they wouldn’t even try to make it back until Monday. Theo said it was too dangerous. That made sense. She’d text her back later. The next was a group text from Pam to all the employees of the Ready Room, letting them know she planned to open at three, and for anyone who couldn’t get there to let her know.
The third was from Felicity, letting her know that she and the baby were fine and would be there for a few more days, and not to worry about having to visit in the snow. Patience was relieved to know they were still okay. It would be hard to get around without her car.
Dammit. Her car.
As far as she knew, it was still stuck in the parking lot of the Ready Room. Quinn had called his mechanic friend, but who knew if he’d been able to look at it or even tow it to his shop? Livie didn’t have a car she could borrow, so she was stuck with calling for an Uber or Quinn. Oh yeah, she could see that conversation going over well.
She snorted just thinking about the look on his face when he saw her number on his phone. Probably something like constipation after the way he carried on about no relationship with her. But wasn't he the one who told her no Uber rides, either?Well, buddy, you can’t have it both ways.
The last message was from Mr. Sunshine himself. She wondered if he’d gotten any sleep at all since he sent it at ten fifteen. He’d probably only been home about two hours. Her earlier glee at bothering him disappeared in a puff of guilt.
He’d been with her all night, first the accident, then Felicity and the hospital, then bringing her back home and, well, she was sure that’s the last thing he wanted a reminder of. Not that she’d be forgetting it anytime soon. She was still sore from taking his monster cock.
Quinn: What time should I pick you up for work?
Patience’s jaw dropped when she read his text. It was the last thing she expected. An update about her car, or Felicity, maybe. But offering her a ride after he’d stormed out of her home. Shefigured she’d have to play on his softer side, not that she was sure he had one.
After changing his nickname in the text to Mr. Sunshine, because it made her smile, she contemplated her reply. After the way he’d left yesterday, did he even really want to be anywhere near her? She could just thank him and tell him she had it covered. Or ignore his question and just thank him. Either would probably piss him off. He seemed the type to want a direct answer. Although, that seemed a little rude.
Patience: Good morning. I appreciate the offer, but I can get an Uber.
Mr. Sunshine: No Ubers. What did I say yesterday?
Damn, he was predictable. Still, it had been worth a try.
Patience: Okay, thank you. My shift starts at 5, but Pam said I could go in after 3. Whatever works best for you.
Mr. Sunshine: I’ll be there at 4:30.
Patience: Okay.
She reread the message, then hit send. Time to get her butt up and moving. She needed coffee stat, but first she had to pee. After taking care of her urgent need, she brushed her teeth and made her way downstairs. Livie’s and Pam’s texts could wait until she’d had her caffeine injection.
As Patience waited for her coffee to finish brewing, she gazed out of the kitchen window at the winter wonderland.The sun making the snow sparkle like diamonds. The world seemed calmer, quieter, with the blanket of white stuff covering everything. So peaceful, for now at least. Until everyone got up and started shoveling and driving and it turned into dirty slush. She appreciated the magical view until the grumble of the last surge of her Keurig drew her attention.
